Summary: Ruthless mafia boss Jeon Jungkook thought kidnapping Y/N would give him absolute control. He was dead wrong. Instead of a helpless captive, he finds a fierce challenger who refuses to bend to his will. When the ultimate power dynamic shifts, who will break first? He wanted a pawn - he found an equal.
A/N: This is my first JK/BTS fanfiction, I hope you all enjoy it if I'm lucky enough that you read. It's an idea that's snowballed and I have a few chapters written already.
Y/N’s heart was beating hard against her chest, blood rushing to her ears, panic setting in.
She couldn’t see, a blindfold tied tight behind her head. Couldn’t move due to her hands being bound together with rope. Couldn’t speak due a gag being placed across her mouth.
She had left her apartment merely to fetch some dinner, and now she was in the back of a car sandwiched between two men who had a tight grasp on both of her arms.
She tried to make a mental note of the turns the car took, the sounds she could hear, but nothing seemed to settle in her mind. It only increased the panic that was controlling her entire body.
The car eventually slowed, before rolling to a stop. No words were spoken between the men that had taken her, which meant she could only assume silent communications were taking place.
The door opened, the click of the handle echoing in the small space before she was forced to step forward.
“Move.”
A command, short and simple.
She tentatively shuffled her feet, trying to judge where the lip of the door was. They had no patience for that, however. Strong hands pushed her forward, causing her to stumble and fall, her bound hands doing little to save her.
A muffled squeal left her, but thankfully she didn’t connect with the concrete below. She fell into a hard body, his gruff grunt the only acknowledgement of the contact.
Once again, his hand found her bicep and now she was being forced to walk. Her heels echoed with each step, indicating to her that she was perhaps in some warehouse, or even an underground parking lot.
The sliding of heavy metal doors confirmed to her the latter. The long ride inside the elevator implied she was heading to a penthouse, or something equally expensive.
A small chime.
She had arrived.
Y/N’s heart hadn’t calmed, her chest heaving with each breath she took as she tried to regain some control of her own body. But it was of no-use, adrenaline was coursing through her veins.
Her escort’s hand was still tight upon her arm as he continued to march her forward, not caring when she would trip or stumble.
A door opened, and before she had time to think, she was pushed hard in the back causing her to fall face first onto a mattress.
A soft landing at least.
She had no time to readjust, her captors doing it for her before she was finally freed from their grasp.
Y/N desperately wanted to pull at her blindfold, to remove the cover from her lips but she had no idea what would happen if she did.
All she could do was wait. Agonisingly.
Seconds felt like hours. Not knowing if each breath was going to be her last.
Finally, she heard very slow, deliberate footsteps enter the room. The type that caused a shiver to run down her spine and goosebumps to rise upon her skin.
“She’s all yours, boss.”
Four words that caused her to go cold.
“Leave us,” came a sharp command, the voice deep.
Multiple people left the room, before silence once again encapsulated her. Y/N knew she had been left alone with the man who was running the show, the person responsible for her capture.
“Little Y/N,” he chuckled darkly. “What a prize you are.”
She frowned, not recognising his voice nor understanding how he possibly knew her.
“Remove your blindfold and look at me,” he ordered.
With shaky bound hands, she used her thumbs to push the fabric from off of her cheeks, her eyes slowly adjusting to the warm lights of the room she was in.
She expected a cold basement, a singular swinging lightbulb and folded chair while she lay upon a dirty mattress and yet, it was the exact opposite.
It was luxury.
She sat upon a four poster bed that was at least queensized. The room cream with wood panelled detail and almost the same size as her apartment. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling, plush chairs angled in one corner around a small table that adorned alcohol.
There were multiple doors, the handles a shining gold. The floor, a dark oak wood that wore a large cashmere rug, the woven detail intricate and detailed.
When Y/N’s eyes fully adjusted, they landed upon the tall figure that leaned so casually against the doorframe to a walk-in wardrobe, his hand within his pockets.
He was dressed in a sharp suit, his shirt black instead of white. The color of his hair matching his apparel. His lip adorned a singular ring piercing, his ears wore a lot more.
At that moment, the tip of his tongue traced the curvature of the metal before he pursed his mouth into a thin line while he studied her.
His eyes were dark as he smiled, cold and calculating.
“Let’s get down to business, shall we?”
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Chapter 2 (coming soon)
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Summary: Ruthless mafia boss Jeon Jungkook thought kidnapping Y/N would give him absolute control. He was dead wrong. Instead of a helpless captive, he finds a fierce challenger who refuses to bend to his will. When the ultimate power dynamic shifts, who will break first?
He wanted a pawn - he found an equal.
Rating: 18+
Warnings: No minors to read this please. Each chapter with heed it's own individual warnings. This will be a dark, slow burn fiction that will include gritty subjects, violence, angst and more.
